Whispers of the professor's pteranodon theory had passed about.
"Or the death-bird, the pteranodon," returned Professor Bavenden quietly.
About the spot where the pteranodon had fallen glittered little flashes of phosphorescence.
The pteranodon rose, sounding its raucous croak as if in mockery.
At last, the pteranodon spread its huge brown pinions and took off.
However, I am merely defending the pteranodon's survival as an interesting possibility.
Now, conceive the pteranodon to be on the cliff's edge, about to start upon its evening flight.
"That the pteranodon still exists is by no means impossible," said Professor Ravenden.
With another metallic cry, the pteranodon increased its speed in a wide, dropping curve.